that was always my favorite part of the film.
what
HOLY SHIT
Thats ok
I dont think I’m gonna sleep tonight anyway
I’m not actually sure how I would react if I looked and that was there.
Aside from obviously needing to look for another way out of the room.SLEEP WELL.
8)
Doctor, there’s someone at the door for you
I had a nightmare once where there was a creature in the classrooms, trying to eat me. Thanks for reminding me of it.
Just to freak people out, this is the Goblin Shark. Yea, it’s a real shark.
Don’t worry; it lives off the coast of Japan in extremely deep waters.
Still, look what it can do…
Have fun in your nightmares.
Why would you EVER want to do that? Being in the mental ward was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I lost everyone, I cried non stop, my self harming got progressively worse, I failed every class I was in because I couldn’t go to school for half the year. The nurses, and doctors treated me like shit. I was sent to the isolation room, for standing up against one of their rules. The nurses were all told that I was “dangerous” and a problem, because I stood up for all the other kids there when the nurses were being ass holes. They put me on so much medication, and I was in there for my fucking birthday. My “sweet sixteen”, they told me that they didn’t celebrate birthdays there, and I wasn’t allowed to go see my family or anything. My depression, and anxiety, and my ED got so bad, it wasn’t like anything I have ever experienced. For months after I was discharged I had nightmares of the nurses every single night. Everywhere I went the people I saw somehow morphed into the nurses from my perspective. I was so anxious, and upset, I couldn’t go back to school for the rest of the year. I’m sorry for the extremely personal rant. This just pisses me off. Even when I was scared for my life, I didn’t go back in there. Find some other way to get help. Talk to someone, a friend, a professional, a loved one. When you go to a mental ward, it’s not to get help. All they do is diagnose your problem, and then you get sucked into the depression, and anxiety of living in a place with several other disturbed people. I would only go back if I was sure I wasn’t stable enough to be left alone. And that actually happened. I was scared to be left on my own because of what I would do to my self… And they didn’t let me in because I wanted to be there.
So long story short… Even if you DO want to go to a mental ward, they won’t let you in. They only let me in when I didn’t want to be there. I spat in their faces, swore, and kicked. And they sent me away. I cried, and screamed, because I didn’t feel safe, and they sent me home.
The only time I ever got proper help, was when I was out of the hospital and seeing a professional. So do that instead.
RANT OVER, I’M SORRY.
This! Do NOT be sorry for sharing your story change-ling. I WISH more people would be open about their experiences in mental wards, because it is NOT some glorified experience like how the media portrays it. It is NOT some place where you go to be a bad ass and rebel against the doctors saying, “you’re crazy”…and you prove them wrong by showing that your “crazy” is actually normal…all the while, having fun on some drugs.
NO, that’s not it at all….and it pisses me THE FUCK off every time I see one of these posts on websites where some person is writing about how cool it would be to go to a mental institution, and how awesome it would be.
Just as the above poster wrote, my depression and anxiety got worse thanks to the mental institution where I was. It did NOT cure my depression, PSTD, or self-harm and suicidal issues. The only thing it did was give me time to think about how to better hide it so that I.did.not.go.back.there. This was back in 2007, and now 5 years later I STILL struggle with the same issues that I was put in there for.
You have NO privacy whatsoever. The
bouncersorderlies watch you shower and go to the bathroom. They watch you dress and undress every day. You are on a strict schedule, and you know what happens if you don’t want to do karaoke? The big orderlies will yell and scream in your face like drill sargents.You know what happens if you still don’t get up? They pick you up and carry you to the room. They then drop you down in the seat hard—not caring if they injure you in the process…which then YOU later get blamed for and they keep you there longer, and they drug you up so much.
Drugs: No. It’s not cool to be so “stoned out of your mind” that you have no idea what’s going on. It’s scary. You’re a walking zombie…and you are not able to feel your mind and body correctly. This is a problem with the other patients, because some of them have been known to molest other patients.
I had to deal with a patient giving me rape threats almost every day.
And it’s scary when you can’t remember what happened the previous day, since your mind is so messed up.
Then if you are REALLY bad (where I was), they would inject you with something…lock you in a CAGE (I am not joking)…think size of an outdoor cage for a pet fox…where you would sit in a chair, drooling over yourself as the other patients could come up and watch and laugh at you.
You have no choice of food. I ate egg noodles with gravy more days than I can count. If you’re hungry when it’s not meal time? No one fucking cares. You cannot have food/drinks outside the eating room (which they keep locked except for meals). You want a drink of water? You have to ask the nurses for it every time.
Then, as I touched a bit on before, you also have to deal with the other patients…patients that follow you around, touch you, don’t shower, and talk-non stop…even when you’re trying to sleep at night. They don’t care if you couldn’t sleep because of it, if you’re not up when the bell rings, you get yelled at, tossed around to where they want you to be, and/or put in the cage.
So please, shut the fuck up with all this “omg being in a ward would be so much fun!” Check your privileges, and get it through your heads that it’s like a fucking prison.
Wow. my uncle got lucky then. Had an uncle that went to a mental ward when I was 17. He was doing very well by the time he got out two years later. oh sure, the first few months were bad, but he got the help he needed.
I just assumed that it was always like that with people when they go to a mental ward. I never thought that there were places where people were so miserable there. I knew in the past that they were bad, but I thought that they had gotten better. I’m sorry for those that had terrible experiences.
Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.
ROFLOL XDDDD
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*Cracks up*
“I’m going to be on a reality show tonight at 10!”
“What channel?”
“Oxygen.”
“What role do you play?”
“The crazy gay guy.”
